Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.